"Let's go." He walked over and took her hand, ready to leave.
She froze for a moment, then suddenly pried his hand away and stubbornly took his instead.
"What are you doing?" he asked, amused.
She looked up and said solemnly, "I don't trust you when you're holding my hand. I'm afraid you'll let go. If I hold yours, I'll grip it tight and never let go."
He paused, saying nothing, then took her hand again.
She looked at their joined hands in surprise, then smiled softly...
Those who know my heart know its sorrow; those who do not ask what I seek... Do you know what I've been searching for all this time? Whether it is power over the world or freedom to roam the martial world, all I want is a lamp in the vast darkness of night, lit just for me. Then I will know I still have a home, and someone to take me back to it.
I think I've always been waiting for someone like that, someone who can save me from this endless darkness, or perhaps sink into it alongside me...
